Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.